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Beth is mistaken for rock star Sonita La Cruz, and ends up on a billionaire-dollar yacht. As a shift-worker in Glasgow, Beth has only known hardship. Now she's in a world of uniformed stewards, delicious French food and rows of gorgeous designer clothes. Beth keeps quiet about the mix-up, determined to wear every outfit in her wardrobe before she's sent home. What's wrong with a little play-acting? Beth takes to the role of rock diva like a duck takes to water. Aleksandr, the captain, arrives and is astonished to see a beautiful raven-haired girl lying on deck issuing orders through a loud-hailer. After talking to Beth, Aleksandr realises what has happened. His smuggling buddies, knowing Aleksandr needs to speak to Sonita about a kidâs crisis, grabbed Beth by mistake. Aleksandr is desperate. To save those children, he needs money, but Sonita has disappeared. Beth rises to the challenge. She looks like Sonita, so why not BE Sonita? Beth does a magazine interview for one million dollars, and ransoms herself for another million. Beth saves the kids â¦ but can she save herself? Too late, Beth discovers why Sonita disappeared.

How could she communicate with these men? And where they hell were they going? It was as if the man in the frilly apron had read her mind. He produced pen and paper and began to draw a crooked diagram. Within seconds she realised what she was seeing: a map of Great Britain! He was trying to tell her where they were heading. He drew some waves, then the bulging outline of Western Europe. Please, God, she mentally pleaded. Donât draw Africa. Thankfully, the pen moved back up, to the north-west tip of Spain and made a cross. âVigo,â her host explained. She nodded. âVigo.â She took a slug of coffee. God, it was delicious. Two inches above Vigo, he drew a boat with a stick figure with long black hair. âeto-Vy,â he said, pointing to her. âOK, thatâs me,â she agreed, pointing to herself. She watched as he drew a straight line from the stick figure to the cross. âAnd Iâm going to Vigo!â The pieces of the puzzle were finally fitting into place and - actually - this was fun. âVigo! Vigo!â The two men chorused, delighting in her cleverness. Frilly Apron drew a stick man in the sea just above the cross. âAleksandr Shtcherbatsky Zhivago,â he announced. The stick man had a tiny body, a big head and a bigger smile, his arms thrown wide as if eager to hug her. âMm,â she murmured dubiously. By the time she met this person, she would be in no mood to be hugged. Who was he? Another actor, poised to give her clues to the next phase of the game? But what if he didnât speak English? âDoes he speak English?â she asked. Since Frilly Apron was busy adding a smiley sun to his diagram, she had to shake his shoulder to get his attention. She pointed to the stick man, then made a quacking-duck motion with her hand. âHe speaka Eengleesh?â Frilly Apron nodded. âDa.â âThank Christ for that!â She studied the sketch, seeing the distance they had travelled and the distance that remained, and calculated that they would be in Vigo in two days. But she didnât have two days! She had a job! She had a week of twelve-hour shifts! She had to be home to cook Andyâs dinner or heâd go mental. She had to walk Mrs Baxterâs dog. And, she had to pick up Mr Beattieâs pension. Christ, she had responsibilities. She had a life! She couldnât just sail off into the sunset! She drained her cup. âOK, guys,â she began, pressing out her palms to acknowledge their understandable mistake. âYou got the wrong girl. Me?â She pointed to her chest. âBeth Skiffington - not Sonita.â They grinned widely. âSonita!â they chirruped. âNo, non, nix!â What the fuck was it in Russian? âNyat! They frowned, puzzled. âNyat?â She nodded vigorously. âNyat!â âNyat?â âNyat! Nyat!â She couldnât believe this was happening. Right now, she should be carrying bed-linen onto the ward, not standing on a speeding boat making the noise of a web-footed wading bird. The two men looked confused. It was evident that they had it firmly set in their heads that she was Sonita - and why not? She was not only dressed like the rock star and looked like the rock star but sheâd also been standing on the gangplank of the rock starâs boat. There was only one way to prove she wasnât the singer. Clearing her throat, she began to sing Emeralda. She wasnât keen on Sonitaâs songs because they were too raucous, but this one she did like. âThis moment must last For the rest of our livesâ¦â She sang on, amazed that she could remember the words, relieved that she sounded like a yowling cat. âAnd say goodbye â¦â her voice trickled to a stop. The men were smiling - through their tears. How could she make them understand? She pointed to the sleeve of her fun-fur coat. If anyone knew about real fur, they would. âLook!â she cried, plucking at the fabric. âPolyester crap. Top Budget. Cheap.â She was getting desperate. âMe - not Sonita. Me - not American. Me - not rock star.â By the expression on their faces, she knew she was talking herself into a cul-de-sac. All they could hear was: Sonita. American. Rock star. Defeated, she picked up the coffee pot and topped up her cup. These men believed they had the rock singer and nothing, it seemed, could dissuade them. That meant she had no option but to go along for the ride. She looked at the map. She had two inches to go. At least she wasnât heading for Australia.

What Others Are Saying

âExcellent â¦ proof of her genius in writing fiction.â

-San Francisco Book Review

â5* Wonderful.â

-Lauren Sapala, Book Reviewer and Writersâ Coach

â4.5/5* This is the first novel of Alison Brodieâs that I have read and I can say with sheer certainty that it wonât be the last because I absolutely loved it.â

-Holly at BookaholicConfessions

âItâs a really good read, a page-turner with good characterization and a splendid plot.â

Alison Brodie is a Scot, with French Huguenot ancestors on her motherâs side of the family. Alison was a photographic model, modelling for a wide range of products, including Ducatti motorbikes and 7Up. She was also the vampire in the Schweppes commercial.

A disastrous modelling assignment in the Scottish Highlands gave Alison an idea for a story, which was to become Face to Face. She wrote Face to Face as a hobby and then decided to send it off to see what would happen. It was snapped up by Dinah Wiener, the first agent Alison sent it to. Three weeks later, Alison signed a two-book deal with Hodder & Stoughton. Subsequently, Face to Face was published in Germany and Holland. It was widely reviewed, ie: âVain, but wildly funny leading lady.â -Scottish Daily Mail. It was also chosen as Good Housekeepingâs âPick of the Paperbacks.â

Unfortunately, Alison then suffered from Second-Book Syndrome. The publisherâs deadline loomed and she was terrified because she didnât have an idea for a story! She found the whole experience a nightmare; and this is why she cautions first-time authors to write more than one book before approaching an agent. She managed to finish the book â Sweet Talk â but it bombed.

While writing Sweet Talk, she moved to Kansas and lived there for two years. She loved the people, their friendliness, their free-and-easy way of life, the history and the BBQs! Sadly, her visa ran out and she had to come back to the UK â although her dream is to one day live permanently in America. Now, Alison lives in Biarritz, France.

Alison has taken the exhilarating steps to becoming an indie author. Her second ebook, THE DOUBLE, is out on Amazon Kindle with some great reviews. âExcellent.â âSan Francisco Book Review.

Alison writes contemporary romance. She aims for a strong plot line, set against the background of a world-changing event, coupled with touches of humour, sexual tension and character transformation.

She loves to hear from her readers.Would You Rather Question: Would you rather be trapped in a lift for 10 hours: With a notepad and pen? Or a book to read? Answer: With a notepad and pen. Then I wouldnât be bothered how long I was stuck for.

Question: Would you rather write a message and throw it out to sea in a bottle? Or carve the message in a tree on a desert island? Answer: Throw it out to sea. You never know who is going to find it. A handsome man on a faraway beach perhaps? Question: Would you rather: Read a book while walking? Or write a book on a water bed? Answer: I feel sick just thinking about both of them! I donât know, write a book on a water bed. Question: Would you rather write a puzzle book? Or a cook book? Answer: Definitely a cook book. I love cooking. Question: Would you rather accidentally drop your new printed manuscript in a lake? Or have a gust of strong wind blow it everywhere? Answer: Blow everywhere â¦ while Iâm screaming to passers-by: âPick it up!!â Question: Would you rather: Publish one insanely great-selling book and never write again? Or publish a string of average-selling books over a 20-year period? Answer: Publish average-selling books. Iâm in this, not for the fame, but for getting stories to my readers. Anyway, I have to write. Question: Would you rather write on a roof-terrace in Istanbul? Or write on the beach in St Tropez? Answer: Definitely not on a beach in St Tropez! I wouldnât be able to concentrate with all those Frenchman running around in slips (tight swimming trunks). Question: Would you rather be upside down and read a book backwards? Or write a book blindfolded? Answer: What??!!! Question: Would you rather live your life? Or the life of your character in The Double? Answer: I want to be Beth (without the miserable childhood) and be taken away on a billion-dollar yacht and meet Aleksandr. Sigh â¦.

Stumbling across an underground MMA fight ring in Sydney, her blood roars as she watches the ruthless Hayden "Hooligan" Harvie wipe the floor of the octagon with his latest opponent.

Gabriella decides she wants to fight professionally; to support her siblings with her fists...and she wants Hooligan to teach her.

Hooligan doesn't think girls should fight. Especially young, pretty ones he'd love to have warming his bed for a night or two...if only he could silence his conscience long enough.

Every couple needs to fight for their love at some stage, however with two stubborn hearts at stake, a happy ending for these two will require an all-out BRAWL.

Kylie Hillman is an Australian author.Wife to a Harley-riding, boating and fishing, four-wheel driving quintessential Aussie bloke.Mum to two crazy, adorable, and original kids.Crohn's Disease sufferer and awareness campaigner.She’s also an avid tea drinker, a connoisseur of 80s/90s rock music, and is known for lacing everything she says with sarcasm and inappropriate innuendo.Formerly working in finance, she was forced to reevaluate her plans for her life when severe Crohn's Disease brought her corporate career to a screeching halt. Restarting her childhood hobbies of writing and reading to alleviate the monotony of being sick and housebound, she found her calling, and is enjoying life to the max. A typical day is spent in the "real" world where she hangs out with her awesome family and "book" world where she gets to chill with her fictional characters.Kylie writes the books she wants to read. A lover of strong men who aren't perfect and aren't afraid to admit it, straight talking women who embrace their vulnerabilities, and real life gritty stories, she hopes these themes shine through her writing. An avid reader of all genres, Kylie hopes to release books that keep the reader on the edge of their seat—be it with suspense, romance, or laughter.

It’s senior year at Pacific State University and all-night parties, cheap hookups and regrets are the ruling pastimes.Sophie DeLuca used to be a nice girl—but that was before Luke Lamanuzzi tore her heart to shreds. Now she’s a walking trail of vodka-soaked destruction, something her sexy, smooth-talking coworker Davis won’t let her forget. He might have a secret crush on her—but his playboy reputation would never let him admit it. His best friend Blake’s own love of all-nighters and debauchery comes crashing to a halt when a one-night stand backfires. Level-headed Cassie seems like she’s the one who has it all together, but she’s just better at hiding her skeletons.Ungracefully pirouetting in and out of love triangles, drug addictions and unwanted pregnancies, four friends stumble their way through their last year of study and try to grasp the realities of the world on the other side.

What a trip! This was one emotionally charged roller coaster of a story that takes you deep into the underworld of Young Adult angst. Fast paced and full of sex, love, alcohol, drugs and emotions- this book was utterly addictive and I found myself unable to put it down. With a uniquely intriguing storyline, complex and emotionally charged characters and complex descriptions, the author takes you on a wonderfully creative trip into this realistic world. There were so many emotions flying around I didn't know what to feel a lot of times- but in a good way! I was completely caught up with all of her intricate and complex characters and the trials and adventures they each go through. I was left devouring this book as quick as I could and just could NOT put it down for the life of me! Wow!

Amanda J. Clay is a California native with a resume of clichéd Cali traits, like a love of breakfast burritos, yoga and red wine. She had a fantastic time studying English and Journalism at Chico State University and then a very serious time slaving away for a Master’s degree in Communications from California State University, Fullerton. She currently lives in the charming city of Berkeley, CA. When she’s not staring at a computer screen, she spends most of her spare time plotting world adventures. She currently has one published Young Adult novel, Rebel Song. Watch for her next release, an offbeat New Adult contemporary, out in 2016.

On the hottest day of the year in San Francisco in 1959, Private Detectives Sam and Amelia Slater are contemplating fleeing the city for their Stinson Beach house. However, when Sam decides to take a cable car ride to run some errands on the lazy summer day, he’s suddenly thrust into the spotlight when he rescues a woman who fell onto the busy street. Sam pulls the mysterious red haired woman out of the path of an oncoming cable car in the nick of time. The entire incident is captured by a newspaper photographer who splashes Sam’s heroics all over the front page. Sam is troubled not only by his new status as a city hero, but by the rescued woman’s plea for help. She whispers to Sam that she didn’t fall from the cable car but was pushed. She is frightened and disappears into the crowd before Sam can get more details. A San Francisco newspaper launches a campaign to find the mystery woman and Sam hopes to cross paths with her again.

Meanwhile, Amelia is troubled by the sudden disappearance of her elderly neighbor. Two thuggish younger men who now occupy the house next door say he took a sudden trip. One night when she’s alone Amelia grabs a flashlight and finds some disturbing clues in her neighbor’s garage. What really happened to her neighbor? Amelia is determined to find out.

Award winning author Greg Messel spins a new tale of intrigue in Cable Car Mystery, the sixth book in the Sam Slater Mystery series set in at the 1950s in San Francisco.

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In the coming days Amelia would try to recall the precise details of the events she witnessed in the middle of the night on Wednesday.

Amelia would never be able to pinpoint exactly what woke her from a sound sleep at2 a.m. As she rolled onto her back and listened, she heard a funny noise inside her house.

Amelia looked at Sam who was undisturbed and sleeping soundly. She heard the noise again. It seemed to be coming from inside the house. A gentle banging noise, like two pieces of wood colliding.

Maybe it was her recently adopted Siamese cat Aloysius, prowling around and getting into mischief. Amelia knew the tomcat roamed the house at night and slept much of the day. Sam and Amelia’s bedroom was located on the second floor of their posh townhouse onLeavenworth Street.

The cat’s first choice for a night time activity was to sleep between Sam and Amelia. Sam quickly vetoed that notion and shut the door on Aloysius at night. The Siamese cat then spent his time pursuing nocturnal adventures.

Amelia gently rolled out of bed and when her feet touched the cool floor, it sent a chill through her. She was wearing a short, yellow, baby doll nightie which provided little warmth when she was not under the covers with Sam.

She heard the noise again.

It seemed to be coming from the spare bedroom. Amelia crept down the hall and reached for the knob on the bedroom door. She hesitated. What if there was an intruder? Maybe she should go get her gun or wake up Sam.

She then decided to proceed. Amelia grabbed the door knob and slowly turned it. Amelia felt a suction grabbing the door making it harder to open. She threw her shoulder into the door and popped it open. The bedroom was dark and cold. Immediately she saw the source of the noise and the cool temperatures.

The trademarkSan Franciscowind had come up during the night and it was howling. The blinds on an open window were slapping against the window frame pushed along by the stiff breeze.

Amelia hurried to the window and pulled up the blinds. The wind penetrated her skimpy nightgown and chilled her to her core. She reached up to push the window closed but stopped when she noticed Aloysius sitting calmly on the second story roof looking out at the horizon.

“Aloysius, get over here,” Amelia said in a stern whisper. Aloysius turned his head briefly to give her a condescending look and then ignored her, resuming looking out on the horizon. Amelia was freezing but didn’t want to leave Aloysius out in the wind storm.

Then something caught her eye beyond the cat on the roof. This was the window which offered a full view of George’s back yard and his house. The car she had seen in the driveway the last several days was running and backed up to the garage with it’s trunk open.

Despite being essentially naked and buffeted by the wind, Amelia strained her eyes to see the strange figures. In the faint light from the headlights and the light in the trunk, Amelia could see the large bald man, the one she had seen looking out the window, struggling with something in the garage. Then a second man emerged from the garage. He was a husky square-looking man with closely cropped hair, who looked very formable.

The two men now emerged into full view at the rear of the car. They were carrying a large, oblong object, which was wrapped in a plaid blanket. There were two ropes tied around the object.

The two men slammed the trunk closed and quickly got in the car. Amelia stood at her bedroom window transfixed watching the taillights disappear into the night as they drove away.

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About the Author

Greg Messel has spent most of his adult life interested in writing, including a career in the newspaper business. He won a Wyoming Press Association Award as a columnist and has contributed articles to various magazines. Greg lives inEdmonds,WashingtononPuget Soundwith his wife Jean DeFond.

Greg has written nine novels. His latest is “Cable Car Mystery" which is the sixth in a series of mysteries set in 1959San Francisco. “Shadows In The Fog,” ”Fog City Strangler," "San Francisco Secrets," "Deadly Plunge" are sequels to the first book in the series "Last of the Seals." His other three novels are "Sunbreaks," "Expiation" and "The Illusion of Certainty."

Exchanged at birth, Shifty and Evangeline—one human, one sheehaim—have been raised in the opposite’s realm. Thus the stage is set for a dark and ancient ritual which would give the wraiths of the Shadow Realm a power they have long been denied, and for good reason.

In our modern day world, Shifty’s magic is becoming more powerful and her glamour is beginning to fade. She believes she’s having visions and seeks out psychiatric help. But when the people closest to her finally reveal the truth of her ancestry, she also learns that she’s in danger and must learn to protect herself. She must decide: are her lifelong friends truly looking out for her, or are they in league with the creatures from her birth realm, set to groom her for her return?

Evangeline has always known she was a human in a realm of fae. She is the daughter of one of the realm’s most powerful family, and has been promised in marriage to a well-positioned young man. When she begins to suspect there may be nefarious motives for her match, she recruits her friends to help her solve the mystery before the wedding. She must decide: is their loyalty to her, or the realm?

When the Siofra twins finally meet, they must work together to stop the dark ritual — before it can end both their worlds.

Wow- this was a really awesome book! With a completely intriguing new storyline, complex well-built characters and fascinating detail- I was completely hooked on this book and devoured it as quick as I could! Fast-paced and with quite a few twists thrown in, the intrigue and mystery of revealing Shifty's hidden heritage and building on her counterpart, Evangeline as well. Beautifully written with intricate details, the story draws you in from the very beginning and just sinks it's claws into you deeper and deeper with each page! As soon as I thought I had it figured out- a new twist would be thrown in that takes the story on a whole new turn! The emotions were palpable and I felt a real connection with the characters and the trials they go through, This was a completely new take on the classic changeling story and I absolutely enjoyed it! I was left thinking about this story for days after finishing it! I highly recommend this book for anybody who likes YA adventure, fantasy, or even just a light-hearted read! Definitely on my top ten list of best books!

​She knows what happens when you die.Nola Lantry is a tracist: she can sense the particles of energy that are released when the human body expires. It’s a somewhat gruesome ability, but Nola uses it to bring some meaning to her otherwise drab life in upstate New York by assisting the Redfort Police Department on missing person cases. When the richest man in town, Culver Bryant, disappears, Nola finds herself in the middle of a case that is both baffling and increasingly dangerous, the danger appearing in the form of death threats as well as the missing man’s brother, Grayson. Does Grayson Bryant pursue Nola to seduce her or to stop her—and why does Nola feel a connection with him despite her mistrust?

Barely a week has passed since she solved her last case and Nola Lantri is already involved in several new mysteries—with a couple of people who may be just as unusual as Nola herself.

Part 1: Vibe

Eric Lafferty has returned to Redfort City a little too late for his father’s funeral but just in time to get mixed-up in a mystery that involves Nola Lantri, Grayson Bryant, a dead girl and a missing woman. Eric’s ability to read the vibrational changes in brain waves should be an asset, yet it only seems to make life more difficult for him—and given that he and Nola might be the next victims, things are difficult enough.

Part 2: Sync

Emjay used to steal things—nothing big, just enough to get by—but after a terrible accident changes her life, Emjay has only one thing on her mind: revenge. Suddenly private investigator Nola Lantri appears and questions Emjay about her past—and informs her that the mysterious man she works for has a complicated past of his own. Emjay must figure out the best use of her odd ability to “sync,” a technique intended to help people heal—but one that also can cause a lot of harm.​

​Part 1: VibeDespite the crush of bodies, the train car was surprisingly quiet, in vibes and in voices. It was early. Eric hated wasting a whole day flying, so he’d taken a night flight from SFO to LaGuardia and gotten in at ridiculous o’clock. Now he had a couple of hours to kill before the Amtrak to Albany left Penn Station. It would only take him half of that to get into Manhattan, and he’d brought nothing to read and there was nothing interesting to hear. Early morning crowds were always so steady and dull, their vibes still half asleep. No, that wasn’t true. Dreamers’ vibes, the few times Eric had gotten close enough to someone sleeping to hear them, were often crazed and vivid. He smiled remembering the last time he’d heard someone’s dreams. He didn’t know her name, wasn’t even sure of the color of her eyes, but he knew exactly the moment she’d turned her full attention to him in that noisy bar, and even though he hadn’t heard the flirty line she gave him, he knew what she wanted.His smile hardened into wryness. Ten years of studying a “language” of sorts and the only useful thing he learned was how to get lucky once in a while. He supposed that would be enough for most people. It might have to be enough for him. He glanced down at the two pretty women seated nearby, one of whom held a folded-up newspaper and was gesturing toward it. … Their vibes weren’t telling him anything useful (like whether they’d noticed him), so he reluctantly eavesdropped on their conversation. Apparently some girl from a rich Manhattan family was in the news. The news wasn’t good. Found the body . . . upstate, not here . . . at first they thought . . . not suicide, though . . . murder . . . so tragic . . . so young . . . ran away from home . . . part of some cult, they say . . . think the cult members killed her . . . someone named Anna.At that moment, the vibes directly behind him changed. A hard pulsing beat. Loud. Fast. A reaction to what one of the women had just said. Before he could stop himself, Eric turned sharply around. A tall man in an expensive suit stood there. He was not staring at the women but he didn’t have to be. After a lifetime of listening to vibes, Eric still understood very little, but there was one thing he never got wrong: no matter how poker-faced people might appear, he always knew when something got their attention. The murder had caught this man’s attention.And now Eric had caught it as well.The man turned his head sharply to meet Eric’s eyes. Shock, confusion—and guilt. Vibes usually felt as benign as a tuning fork, but this man’s vibes pounded at Eric like a battering ram to his solar plexus. He’d been caught in something, Eric had no idea what, and the man had no idea how he could have been caught. Whatever reason hehad for suddenly paying attention to the women’s conversation, Eric’s attention had thrown him off balance. They locked eyes; neither moved. Eric seldom listened to his own vibes—it was like hearing your own heartbeat; you could tune it out easily—but all he could hear was the sound of his own absolute terror. Then the man stepped toward him.

Part 2: SyncKip wanted to be a doctor because his grandfather was one, because his grandfather wanted to heal people. Me, I wanted to be a doctor because I aced all my science classes in high school and because I wanted to show every last asshole in my old neighborhood—including the family of assholes I grew up with—that I wasn’t the worthless little shit they liked to tell me I was. Yeah, maybe not the purest reason to go to med school. My schmaltzy personal essay that got me into the State University of New York’s premed program sounded more like Kip’s story than my own: an inspirational elderly family member who served as a guiding light and encouraged me to pursue a career—nay, a lifetime—of healing. I think I was laughing as I wrote it, either that or puking. But nobody else needs to know the truth but me. Well, Kip knows most of it, though he chooses to believe only the good parts. That’s Kip.I guess goodness, like a lot of genetic stuff, skips a generation, because Kip’s mother is a total shit. She hates me, of course, thinks I corrupted her precious boy or something. She wanted Kip to go to an Ivy League school instead of a SUNY, never mind that Kip’s grades were only so-so. She likes to think Kip gave up Harvard for me so that she could have a solid reason to hate me. She has to hate someone. Kip’s father left her a while back, but she can’t hate him because that would be admitting he actually left her and wasn’t ever coming back. Yeah, she’s that delusional. Kip’s mother wasn’t wealthy, though she lived like she was—except when it came time to help Kip through college. Kip grew up firmly middle class, which makes it even stranger that he turned out the way he did. He got it, you see. He didn’t pity “the poor,” nor did he blame them for their own problems. Poor people—like my family, like all the people I knew until I left home—were people to Kip. So were rich people, which is why he accorded them equal respect with everyone else, even when we stole from them, even when we—or, really, I—violated the privacy of their homes. He did it because we were this close to being evicted one month and that close to starving another. I did it for those reasons, but also because it fascinated me. This was how normal people lived. These were their homes, stocked with food and clothing, gadgets and books. Their homes were full, clean, and bright. Their homes were happy places.Or at least that’s what I thought until I entered the pretty brick house with the big picture windows. Those windows were framed by rich, burgundy-velvet curtains, and I remembered thinking, If this were my house, I’d keep those curtains open all the time, especially on a sunny day like today, so I could look out the window and see the lawn, because there weren’t broken car parts on that lawn, broken bottles, old needles, or anything else old or broken or bad. I thought a house like that meant never having to see anything bad ever again. I was about as wrong as I could be.*****What was it like to sync someone? Impossible to describe, not because it’s such an intense experience but because it’s so subtle, like whispering sounds that could be words but aren’t quite. You sort of . . . sing, deeply, through your lungs and throat, but you don’t make a sound, and you do something like sliding scales until something clicks, until you know you’ve hit that right “note” that matches your brain waves, or something like that, near as I could figure out. I didn’t think about it too much; I simply tried to get it right.After one semester of practice, I mastered the sync. That’s when I dropped out of school. I didn’t need school anymore; I’d learned what I needed. I also took the full-time position Kip was going to take. It was easy to get; they were hiring by the dozens, it seemed, and I had just as much cred as Kip. I worked hard, learning everything I could there as well. Took vitals, gave sponge baths, moved patients on and off bedpans. Later there would be phlebotomy and a few other specialized skills that required training, though this was laughably easy compared to the self-imposed training of syncing. And the job provided me ample opportunity to sync in a way that was real and beneficial. Every time I interacted with a patient, I synced. And every time I finished and waved goodbye, they had a smile for me, a real one, not the kind of smile that masks pain and fear and exhaustion.Even though my work was stellar, my supervisor couldn’t quite figure me out. The patients always said they felt better after talking with me, even though we never said much to each other and some of them weren’t even sure of my name. I certainly didn’t know all their names, or anything personal about them; beyond syncing I kept my emotional distance from them—from everyone. Once my boss gave me a hard look and said, “Frankly you always seem so--sullen.” I gave her an equally hard look and told her that maybe that’s what patients liked about me. If you’re in pain, who wants to see someone who’s bouncy and chipper? You want to tell them go fuck themselves. She didn’t answer me, just shook her head and walked away. And in truth I don’t really believe that myself. If you’re in pain, you don’t care how people around you look. You just want the pain to stop. That’s why they liked me: through syncing, I helped them stop the pain.I didn’t intend to stay at the hospital, though. Nobody liked me but the patients, and everyone else was starting to watch me very closely. I knew it was only a matter of time before something bad happened. It always does.Sometimes, though, the bad thing happens because you want it to happen.

​Letitia L. Moffitt was born and raised in Hawaii. She received a doctoral degree in English/Creative Writing from Binghamton University. Her first novel, Sidewalk Dancing, was published by Atticus Books in November 2013. Her novel Trace—Book 1 of the TraceWorld series—was published by Cantraip Press in March 2015. Vibe/Sync, Book 2 of the series, will be released by Cantraip Press in April 2016. In her spare time Moffitt runs ultramarathons and blogs about her experiences at http://letitiamoffitt.blogspot.com.

Peitho’s first job as an Immortal Representative means slumming it at the Shifter Convention, where shifters and supernaturals will be meeting to discuss concerns and build relations. She’s sure it’s going to be boring—all they have to complain about is fleas and territory.

Wait . . . is that a dragon?

Obsessive is a strong word.

Hunter thinks Peitho would make a great addition to his hoard of treasure. Dragons are famously acquisitive; how is he supposed to ignore her? Everyone always says it’s bad to fight your nature.

When shifters begin disappearing from the convention, and bodies quickly appearing, Peitho and Hunter have no choice but to investigate. Will Hunter and Peitho manage to solve the crime while still keeping their hearts intact?

Wow- this was a completely unique, awesome book with lots of hotness! I absolutely love shifters, and I'm a bit whacko about mythology-so combined with some steamy cat and mouse (or dragon and gold) romance- all my fantasy needs were wildly filled! The setting of this story is absolutely unique, taking place at a shifter conference with demi-goddesses mixed in, I've never read anything quite like it! The storyline was absolutely intriguing, the characters were very complex, and the dialogue was entertaining, making me actually laugh out loud at some of the snarky humor! I absolutely could not put this book down and read it in one sitting just to find out what would happen next. The romance was spicy, yet sweet and absolutely entertaining! I loved the complexity of all the different characters and how the author was able to balance all their different personalities! I absolutely enjoyed reading this book and can't wait to see what the second book may bring!

​Victoria C. Johnson lives in Michigan with her supportive husband and amazing family. She became serious about her passion for writing shortly after having her daughter. As someone who strongly believes in doing what makes you happy, she decided to follow her own advice. She loves writing almost as much as she loves reading. Victoria adores happy endings, heartfelt characters, and extraordinary situations. She hopes to bring a little more of that to life every day.

​ Trapped on Draconica
​ By Dan WrightGenre: Fantasy

​Barely into his teens, Ben Anthony has not had it easy. With his father in prison, his mother struggling to keep him under control and his friends little more than criminals in the making, Ben is already on a self-destructive path. But his life is about to get much worse.Teleported to the world where dragons once ruled, Ben finds himself the target of the malign Baalarian Empire – of which Emperor Gothon seeks to capture him for reasons yet unknown. Teaming with warrior Princess Daniar Dragonkin, her altruistic sister Erowin and the revenge seeking Leonidan Prince Kalak, Ben sets out on a reluctant quest to find his way home. And thus begins his incredible adventure...

This was an absolutely epic, fast-paced book that is perfect for anybody who loves fantasy and adventure! The storyline was very intricate and absolutely intriguing, the characters absolutely unique and complex and the dialogue was spot on and well thought out. The adventure just rolls out with this book and had me absolutely captivated from the beginning all the way to the end. I was amazed how drawn in I was reading and before I knew it, it was 2 am and I was halfway through! I had to force myself to take a break and was immediately reaching for the book as soon as I could again. I've read a lot of fantasy adventure books, but I must say, this one's definitely one of the most captivating and entertaining ones I've ever read! I thoroughly enjoyed reading it and would recommend to everybody, young or old, whether you are a fan of epic fantasy or not!

​Dan lives in the United Kingdom - born in the historic town of Canterbury, Kent. He picked up a love of Fantasy stories after reading such classics asThe Lord of the Rings, The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobeand numerous Roald Dahl novels.His biggest influences are Douglas Adams, Alan Moore, Stan Lee, J.R.R. Tolkien, Joss Whedon, H.P Lovecraft, Hiromu Arakawa and George R R Martin. He is highly influenced by Anime, Video Games and Comic books. He has also written a fan parody series on YouTube calledTotalitarian Warlords and Termination Squadron.

As well as writing, Dan plays guitar in a metal band. He likes all kinds of music—but he mainly listens to rock and metal, rap, some pop music and also film and video game scores. He also loves Disney and Pixar movies—often finding himself singing along to the tunes, or crying manly tears!He is also a slave to his cat, who takes up a lot of his time when he isn’t at work or writing!To learn more about Dan and the world of Draconica, visit the following places:Blog: http://pandragondan.weebly.comDraconica Website: http://draconicaseries.weebly.comFacebook:https://www.facebook.com/TrappedonDraconicaTwitter: @PandaDanWright

No amount of training has prepared Jaevid Broadfeather for the frontlines of battle. Now facing the true horrors of war, with Luntharda looming on the horizon, Jaevid has begun to question everything he thought about his heritage. The only thing keeping him going is his oath to protect his dragonrider brothers. But in an instant, even that slips through Jaevid’s fingers as he steps from the safety of his dragon’s saddle into the depths of his mother’s wild homeland—the kingdom of the gray elves.

Stranded in Luntharda with his partner, Lieutenant Jace Rordin, Jaevid must finally confront the demons of his own past as he uncovers the truth about a war that began before he was ever born. Armed with a new appreciation for destiny, and flanked by his trusted friends, Jaevid moves to make the final strike against an enemy that has hidden in plain sight for far too long.

Nicole is the author of the children’s fantasy series, THE DRAGONRIDER CHRONICLES, about a young boy’s journey into manhood as he trains to become a dragonrider. She has completed the first two books in the series, and is now working on the third and final book.Originally from a small town in North Alabama, Nicole moves frequently due to her husband’s career as a pilot for the United States Air Force. She received a B.A. in English with a concentration in Classics from Auburn University, and will soon attend graduate school.She has previously worked as a freelance and graphic artist for promotional companies, but has now embraced writing as a full-time occupation.Nicole enjoys hiking, camping, shopping, cooking, and spending time with her family and friends. She also loves watching children’s movies and collecting books. She lives at home with her husband, two cats, and dog.

In the aftermath of betrayal, dust is settling. The San cannot rest as they take more responsibility defending Earth. Meanwhile, Connor must endure immeasurable physical pain as her abilities grow stronger, both through fights and brutal combat training of The San, for they must prepare for what’s coming: war.

Connor’s loyalties are questioned as her actions are put to the test. She is forced to make harsh decisions against the Elders' disapproval when the world around her crumbles. Ultimately, one decision will seal her fate.

Ether

This foreign planet known for its unyielding cruelty is where Willow now resides. Ultimately, she’s forced to confront the actions that put her there. Condemned to continuous battle, she has to overcome her once shallow self and accept the inevitable: fight or die.

Ronin is back, and on a mission no one else knows about. The very one closest to him is Connor, his mortal enemy. Neither is willing to accept their destiny, yet compelled by it. Will enemies become allies, or battle to the death?

Connor Revealed is the second book in Dormaine G's urban fantasy series.

​Dormaine was born in Long Island, New York where she lived most of her life. As an adult she liked to travel out of the country though her favorite places to explore were her fantasy worlds as an author. She may be a nurse by profession but her heart has always belonged to writing. As a young child she spent many Saturdays in the library nurturing her love for books. There she discovered her fascination for the science fiction genre, through books, movies and graphic novels.

Now she resides in Colorado with her husband and two feisty dogs. After many years of working in hospitals and travel nursing she took time off to pursue a career in writing. Her first novel "Connor" is in one of her favorite genres, young adult urban fantasy. Her second love is for horror of which she created the "Madame Lilly, Voodoo Priestess" series. This is just the start of her exploration as she stays locked up her office in Colorado spinning more tales.

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